My
country, Nigeria, continue to bleed with no abatement in site. She has been bleeding from birth, seems she
was bleeding from the womb. She has managed
to bear children, plenty of them - male and female – surprisingly unhindered by
her perennial bleeding challenge. She started
child bearing very early, probably under-aged and had hoped to find succour in
this. But alas, the sons and daughters she brought forth has turned around to
afflict her the more, worsening her problems; so much so that she seem to be
just hoping and wishing to die – go back to where she came from.
At
birth, she hoped to overcome her health challenge. This hope was strengthened
by the enormous blessings of this creation that her maker endowed her
with. The endowments were so much that
lost in them, she would not remember her ailment – possibly get a permanent
cure without knowing when and how. She
went about procreating in great confidence, because she could see more than
enough to carter for her offspring. Her offspring would in turn have enough to
live on and carter for theirs too and so it would continue. What an existence of
bliss she saw ahead of her.
Today,
she is bowed in total dejection, beaten and crushed, ready and wishing to die. She
is far from the blissful life that lay on the horizon for her at birth – it is
so near, yet so far away. Though she was endowed with much at birth, her
creator required her to go to work in order to turn her endowments from the raw
state into such that she can truly enjoy. The work required was (and still is)
much and this informed her haste to procreate; she hoped to bring forth
offspring that will key in and help her in turning her raw endowments into precious
stuff.
Alas,
what did she bring forth? Children, with
heads, ears, minds and hearts that are so complicated to describe. They keep learning but never learn; keep
listening but never hear; keep thinking but never able to crystallise their
thoughts; keep looking into the horizon but only able to see just to the end of
their noses. They keep running toward
beauty, but suddenly stop just at the point of grabbing such. They begin to refine their endowments, but
easily get distracted by frivolities and then go away, only to return a long
time later to meet these endowments in worst raw conditions. Sometimes they manage to make great progress,
but suddenly develops myopia of the head, mind and heart and then decide to
dismantle their progress on the altars of debauchery, revelling and what have
you. They stay on this round trip until
they exit the scene, leaving their offspring to continue in the same path.
What
a situation for beloved fatherland Nigeria.
When shall thou salvation come? When shall thou get into and begin to frolic
in the bliss that was bestowed on you at birth.
When you were born, men and women who saw your endowments were full of
envy and wished… Today, they have not
stopped wishing.
In
many instances, she brought fort offspring that chose to tow a different path,
keying in fully to her vision. But sadly, these end up crowded out by the greater
number with chronic myopia. Oh! What a
condition. Suddenly, the strand of
myopia afflicting her offspring have become more tormenting, creating some
unique kind of madness and abject thoughtlessness. They now devour themselves with reckless
abandon – they started discreetly, but not anymore. Today, it is no more about
getting to work in order to refine their enormous endowments, it is about
surviving the others onslaught. In this
situation, the endowments remain unworked.
What a sad situation. Beloved
fatherland, when shall thou salvation come.
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